A little while ago, I had a pretty phenomenal (but stressful) dream.
In this dream, I had to kill Voldemort. But I had time travelled to the future with Beyoncé as my traveling companion.
In this future, we were in an outdoor marketplace trying to hide form Voldemort. We figured we’d blend into the scenery, so we started dancing among a group of Beyoncé robots. (Beyoncé was doing pretty well keeping up with them, but I was flailing about as I tried to match their steps.)
At one point, Beyoncé started singing as Continue reading “Voldemort and Beyoncé Robots (Or a Dream I Had)”
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